Awaken into sinThe gods of old would consumeWith the fires of the southAnd the winds of the northShake your first and stare onwardNone will cultivate that which isShow me doom and greet death with maliceEnd has no meaning, deathless is my wayFrow immune to weaknessThat, to give is no longer my placeThat, to take, have it allDon't decline my deedsI lose only at my own handAttempts of aptness fall from their placeFor virtue and ambition are one but not the same
